If this should end tomorrow

[mythalenaste]

WHO: Pel and Cullen
WHAT: Cullen is having some difficulties. His shoulder elf tries to help.
WHEN: Mid-Haring
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: CW: Drug withdrawal.

She's often nearby, finding it somehow soothing to be in the presence of people like him. People like Cullen and Adelaide. People she doesn't have to raise.

Pel is knitting as she keeps an eye on him. He might hear the occasional slide of her smooth wooden needles, but otherwise it is easy for him to forget she is there.

He doesn't seem to notice she notices. The grunts of effort, the moments when he almost falls asleep at his desk. The times when he stops to cradle his own head in his hands. She came prepared today, carrying some of the things she keeps for when Merrick has one of his headaches.

She pads close to him, reaching out to touch his arm gently.

"Cullen."

Comments

[perseverances]

"Hm?"

He had only paused to give his tired eyes a rest from the reports he had been reading. The headache in his temples pounded incessantly, and yet he simply cannot stop work for a day to relax. There were far more important things to worry about than a trifle of a headache.

He shakes his head. "Forgive me. I have not been sleeping well."